Sex // Matty Healy

// chapter 1 //

Rose's P.O.V.

We were sitting on the bed in his room, just the two of us. Everyone else in our little group, which consisted of Ross, Adam, George, Grace, me, and Matty, had already left.

I had only taken four or five hits, but that was enough for me to feel the effects of the illegal substance. Matty on the other hand skipped the weed and stuck to tequila.

Any conversation had come to an end and we sat facing each other, just staring at one another. Midnight had come and gone long ago, it was well after two in the morning.

"Rose?" He finally broke the silence.

"Yeah?"

"You're so fucking beautiful," he slurred.

"Matty, I'm very faltered, but you're drunk," I laughed it off.

Inside my stomach was starting to heat up with the same feeling that I get when he touches me, even if it's accidental. Even though he was wasted and probably didn't mean what he said, it still gave me butterflies hearing the words fall from his lips.

"I'm not that drunk. I mean it, you really are."

"Yes you are wasted, and no you don't mean it." As much as I loved hearing him say it, I knew that he couldn't possibly think that of me.

"Yeah, I do."

"Shut up," I gave him a shy smile.

His eyes crinkled and he smiled back. My god, that boy's smile could make the world go round.

Suddenly, he reached out and tucked a piece of my hair behind my ear. His hand lingered for a second, eventually settling on my cheek. Matty kept his eyes locked on mine, and then slowly leaned in and connected our lips.

It took me a second to get over the initial shock of what was occurring. Matty was actually kissing me. The feeling I got just by having his lips on mine was something that I don't think I could ever get over. Our lips moved perfectly in synch, finding each other's rhythm immediately.

After a couple of minutes his tongue slid against my bottom lip, asking for permission.

That's what brought me back to reality.

As much as I wanted this, as much as I wanted him, it couldn't happen. He was my bestfriend, he had been for so many years. This could ruin our friendship, something that would completely break me. On top of all of that, he wasn't sober. Neither was I, but his kiss sobered me up a bit, though it left me high on emotions.

"Matthew, stop. We can't do this,"
I say, pulling away slightly.

"Shh, yes we can, baby," he brings both of his hand to cup my face, his thumbs brushing back and forth over my cheeks.

"Matty, this could ruin our friendship, and ruining our friendship means ruining our relationships with the rest of our group."

"It's just sex, Rose. It doesn't mean anything. It's no big deal," he shrugs it off.

Little did he know, it meant everything to me.

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